shamanismcanada.com 800.953.3343northernedgealgonquin@gmail.com

Medicine for the Earth NewsletterMessages from the Ancestors

By Martha Lucier

Healing the Hearts of the Ancestors in Greenland

Just before leaving forGreenland, where I was toattend the Sacred FireCeremony in July 2009, I hada dream that was verypowerful. In the dream I wasperforming an AncestorCeremony in an area whererocks marked the graves of theancestors on a grassy land. Iwas standing at each rock holding a scepter while saying prayers. As I began to pray theEarth began moving andshifting beneath my feet, likewaves pulling me off balance.The shifting caused largecracks and one of them beganto open. I knew the ancestorswere not far beneath thesurface. I was shown that theywere only 1-1/2 feetunderground and only air liebetween the ancestors andmyself.I began sinking into one of the cracks as the rumbling earth softened like a sponge. I jumped back to stop myself from being swallowed by theearth. I later wondered if themelting permafrost wasbringing the ancestors closer tous? A big black spider emergedout of one of the cracks. Ikilled it by slicing it in half with the scepter withouthesitation, as I intuitively knewit carried poison. A story began to unfold onmy journey to Greenland thathelped me understand thesigniﬁcance of the dream andwhy I was called to the top of the world. This is the story thathas unfolded for me,http://www.shamanismcanada.com/blog/2009/09/healing-the-hearts-of-the-ancestors-in-greenland/

MandazaKendemwaasks us,

“How canwe becomethe oceanthat refusesno river?”

SHAMANISM

CANADA

S e p t e m b e r 8 , 2 0 0 9

The Hollow Bone

In my dreamGod asked me to become an empty vessel.To drain my ship of my remaining content,drop by dropuntil I am dry and hollow. A bone.Cleared of substance. A space framed.In my dreamthe Lovely One asked that I give up everythingto become nothing“And wait thereuntil further notice.”When I woke I felt the truth of your request.To wait is the only way throughmy fearmy limitationme.The only way beyond. And so I standwading in the unknownthigh deep in presenceLiving a prayerfor grace.(by Karen McMullen)